When the bus moved, I was saying to my youth pastor that this was my first time going to Six Flags Magic Mountain in Valencia, CA! So, then she said(laughing), ”There are rides that are extreme and rides that will make you pee your pants!” We got there a little early, so we had to wait in line because the parking lot wasn’t open yet.
Escape from the dirty streets and smelly buses. Escape from the loud traffic and annoying pedestrians. Escape to a place where all of this becomes void. Everyday, at around 5-9pm, I get the opportunity to redevelop this place. As I wait for the last class to exit studio 154, I lightly smile to myself, remembering that this beautiful room is mine for the next 4 hours.
Living in a certain neighborhood, an individual can easily tell the class he/she belongs and also Ana having to wake up very early in the morning and still meets people already walking back and forth shows how publicly is the neighborhood because in the employer’s territory, cars were parked on the streets. Reflecting your mind backwards in the movie to the point of transportation, Ana got to work after taking one (1) bus and about three (3) trains (including a little nap)
The only thing saving him on this frigid winter morning was the hunters orange beanie he stole from the lost and found the week before. He turned and looked up the street, and thats when his stomach got hot and did a couple back flips. There she was, walking down the road to the bus stop, holding her momma's hand- both with matching mittens. She looked like an angel with her glowing
We’re going to be late.” So I slowly drug myself out of bed because I had a restless night. As I put my softball shirt on “Hurry if you want to see Trevor before the games start” my mom said. So I hurried as fast as I could as she chuckled. It was a usual Saturday morning.
europe8th of April was probably one of those days in 20 kids lives that they will never forget, as we all set off for Europe! After 36 hours with stop over’s in Hong Kong and Helsinki we finally reached Berlin Airport tired although newly invigorated and pumped for the excursion. In Berlin we visited some of the Nazi concentration camps, the site of the 1936 Olympic Games and perhaps the most highly anticipated, The Berlin Wall. ‘Public Apologies’ on the tour bus from those who were late then became the norm and continued throughout the entirety of the trip which kept everyone in high spirits. When in transit to Prague, with a quick stop over in Dresden, other games were formulated to pass the time, including get-to-know-you and secret admirer
The guy lived in Pittsburg and was thrilled to meet us in New York City for the bus towards Boston. Our bus would be about a three hour trip. With finding no room when getting onto the bus we managed to find seats in separate places. As I looked the greyhound bus had very diverse people from the classy business folks, the rugged worker, or the homeless riders. The narrator also described in her essay, “The Asians were almost entirely silent, the blacks looked asleep on their feet, the Latinos sad and murmurous.” (88) Some of the
It was a dark cold windy winter morning last year on January 24th. I got up nice and early that morning, got dressed in my most business professional outfit which is really only kakis and a white blouse, and I finished the touch with my pearl necklace then I left to make my way to school. While walking from my car to the school doors I had goose bumps all over my legs, arms and my teeth were chattering up a storm. I was getting blown all over the place just trying to make it to the door carrying this big project board I held in my arms while the wind wanted to take it away like a kite. Finally I made it to the door and into the warm school building.
It is already quarter to ten at night after I have drop of my last fare off a restaurant just by the corner of Swanston Street just in the CBD district, I decide to wrap up for the day and go home for a good nights rest as I lived just around Sandringham Beach as I want to start driving my cab early in the morning the next day. While I am gently cruising, trying to get out of the CBD area, I got flag by another customer as I realize that I have forgot to switch of the vacant sign on the taxi, but anyway while I am stopping for him, he was holding onto a brown parcel and looking tensed from my view. I was not that suspicious as I guessed it is probably the gusty wind blowing as the temperature dropped to a mere eight degree Celsius. I let him into my cab, no matter as he is dressing very decently and he told me that he want to be taken back to his apartment just by Brighton Beach. As I drove off from the traffic junction, I noticed that he is fidgeting,
'quiet zone' will really spark off your inner hulk. I travel with friends or family on the trains possibly once every two months. I also use buses almost everyday to school. Do you know what the utmost worst thing is about public transport? Worse than people with body odour standing with their pits in my face, worse than drunk people getting on and regurgitating half-digested chips?